Howdy ya'll! It's been a while since I've written anything. For those of
you who know me from my last story, which did surprisingly well, I think,
this story sadly will have nothing to do with Med or Med's family. That
series is over and I will dwell on that time in my life no longer. On a
happier note, I'm writing again and now I'm doing another Mary Sueish
thingie. I can see why people write these, they're fun! But Uh... Like most
of my work I don't know where this is going to go, I just hope it can be on
a little happier note than HTL and LDLHAM. And with that I give you, THE
FIRST FRIGGIN CHAPTER!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't even know what I don't have to own yet. I don't own anything that has to do with Lotr RCA records, Clay Aiken or Logan.. scratch that last one. I don't own anything so don't make me hurt you!
Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Chapter 1: A Case of the Mondays, Gone Horribly Wrong!
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The alarm clock screeched jerking Fran from her dream like ecstasy. Uh. I hate Mondays! She thought sitting up and hitting the snooze button. She always set the clock so that see had enough time to hit the snooze once.
She flopped back down and snuggled under her blankets. all five of them! It was about the middle of December and like always her house was freezing. Her father never turned the heat on till the last minute. She secretly had wondered if her father was a lizard or cold-blooded creature of some sort.
As she tried to make sleep overcome her weary body once more she tried to think if anything was going on today at school. Monday, Monday, what is Monday. she sat and thought. She had piano lessons on Mondays. 4 o'clock. Oh and she had a Renaissance committee meeting, until 4:30. That was smart planning. Good thing she'd already worked out with the group that she'd have to leave.
The alarm clock screeched again. This time she HAD to get up. She sat there and let the annoying sound continue for a minute. She then sat up and leaned over the foot of her bed and clicked the alarm clock off. Fran slowly got out of bed and fumbled around in the darkness till she found the door. It opened with a loud creak and as she stepped into the hallway she flipped the light switch in her room. She then departed for the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth.
She returned to her room, not one bit more awake, within about 10 minutes. The light was on now, and her cat had snuck in while she was out. She was too tired to care.
The room was pretty small. You'd figure that a girl like Fran would have a large spacious room with pretty pink borders and a canopy bed. WRONG! It was a perfect rectangle except for one small niche next to the door. Directly across from the door was her bed. An old four-poster with one of the poles leaning to the side with a stuffed monkey hanging off it. The others were showcasing her love for hats. At the end of the bed was a keyboard on a stand and on the keyboard was the dreaded alarm clock. It's red numbers flashed the time; 6: 43. In the corner at an angle was her desk; covered in dirty clothes and books she's been meaning to read. Following along in our counter clockwise path was her cabinet holding her stereo that was about as old as she was. She remembered that her mom bought it while her parents were separated. Her mom's "friend" help set it up at the apartment her mother owned at the time. But that was years ago, Fran didn't like to dwell on that time in her life. After her stereo was her closet. It was small like her room but she had situated it so that she could sit in the bottom late at night and type on the weekends. She loved to type. Next to her closet was an old dresser that had been painted over more times than Fran had colored her hair. It was now a Pepto-Bismol pink with light purple drawers. The exact same light purple as her walls.
She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a gray hoodie. She threw the articles of clothing on her bed and pulled out a random T-shirt from her dresser to wear under the hoodie. She then extracted a bra and underwear from another drawer. After this she dressed.
The room had been quietly erupting with the local pop radio station the entire time and Fran was about fed up with it. She turned on her CD player and put on her favorite CD, Clay Aiken, Measure Of a Man. Invisible began to play and she almost smiled. almost.
It was at this moment, while Fran was brushing her hair that she heard her dog begin to bark rather viscously. She only did that if a car was coming up the driveway though, and the garage (where she slept) door was closed. She went on and ignored the commotion and moved on to putting her eyeliner on extra dark today.
With the next 2 minutes her father lost it and yelled for her to. "Shut that stupid dog up!" Fran did as she was told. She was done getting ready anyways.
She grabbed her chap stick and walked out her room and down the steps to the ground level of her house. She turned into the kitchen and grabbed a heavy jacket and slipped on a pair of her father's shoes. She heard a loud crash in the garage. Startled and still half asleep Fran jumped about 3 ft. in the air. She was awake now, and something was in their garage.
She stepped to the door and flicked on the switch that would turn the garage light on. "BLIMEY THAT'S BRIGHT!" a voice exclaimed from in the garage, the dog kept on barking and rattling her kennel.
Fran was afraid to open the door. Even though she knew she should get her dad, she was compelled to handle this herself. She slowly reached for the doorknob. Her dog's barking stopped for a second. She heard the kennel door open. She listened as her dog scrambled out and attacked the stranger. It was at this moment when she opened the door and jumped out side into the cold frigid air.
What she saw scared the shit out of her. A short brown haired hobbit, yes a hobbit, was on the ground being licked to death by her dog. Mind you this is a fairly small dog, but to a hobbit, Kelly was a very good-sized dog.
"Kelly! Down!" barked Fran and the dog not being trained at all ignored her and went on suffocating the poor hobbit. He looked to still be in his tweens. Fran ran over to the hobbit and saved him by grabbing her dog by the collar and sticking her back in her kennel, causing more loud obnoxious barking.
"Oy! That thing tried to kill me!" he proclaimed looking at Fran in shock. She stared right back. He dressed in the Tolkien attire, he also looked vaguely familiar. "I'm Merridoc Brandybuck," he said extending his hand in greeting and smiling rather too calmly. Fran timidly reached out and grabbed it. He shook it heartily.
"I'm Fran Range," she whispered in awe. She did not let go of his hand, but she just looked into his eyes and stared.
Fran's father beat on the door and yelled something inaudible, "Yeah I'm getting' 'er!" Fran yelled back. This was turning out to be an interesting day, she had just found a hobbit in her garage and it was her favorite hobbit from the LOTR series. Things could've been worse.
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Okay thas it from me. Hope ya likes! Yes Panda Fran is based on me, aren't all my characters??? Hope you like please review. Also for those of you who want to read something new, and have a secret passion for Yugioh, my friend Psycopanda writes sum good stuff check it out sumtime, and check out my other stories if you like this one so far. Laterz love you! BTW I LOVE MONKEYS! -DB:D
Disclaimer: I don't even know what I don't have to own yet. I don't own anything that has to do with Lotr RCA records, Clay Aiken or Logan.. scratch that last one. I don't own anything so don't make me hurt you!
Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Chapter 1: A Case of the Mondays, Gone Horribly Wrong!
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The alarm clock screeched jerking Fran from her dream like ecstasy. Uh. I hate Mondays! She thought sitting up and hitting the snooze button. She always set the clock so that see had enough time to hit the snooze once.
She flopped back down and snuggled under her blankets. all five of them! It was about the middle of December and like always her house was freezing. Her father never turned the heat on till the last minute. She secretly had wondered if her father was a lizard or cold-blooded creature of some sort.
As she tried to make sleep overcome her weary body once more she tried to think if anything was going on today at school. Monday, Monday, what is Monday. she sat and thought. She had piano lessons on Mondays. 4 o'clock. Oh and she had a Renaissance committee meeting, until 4:30. That was smart planning. Good thing she'd already worked out with the group that she'd have to leave.
The alarm clock screeched again. This time she HAD to get up. She sat there and let the annoying sound continue for a minute. She then sat up and leaned over the foot of her bed and clicked the alarm clock off. Fran slowly got out of bed and fumbled around in the darkness till she found the door. It opened with a loud creak and as she stepped into the hallway she flipped the light switch in her room. She then departed for the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth.
She returned to her room, not one bit more awake, within about 10 minutes. The light was on now, and her cat had snuck in while she was out. She was too tired to care.
The room was pretty small. You'd figure that a girl like Fran would have a large spacious room with pretty pink borders and a canopy bed. WRONG! It was a perfect rectangle except for one small niche next to the door. Directly across from the door was her bed. An old four-poster with one of the poles leaning to the side with a stuffed monkey hanging off it. The others were showcasing her love for hats. At the end of the bed was a keyboard on a stand and on the keyboard was the dreaded alarm clock. It's red numbers flashed the time; 6: 43. In the corner at an angle was her desk; covered in dirty clothes and books she's been meaning to read. Following along in our counter clockwise path was her cabinet holding her stereo that was about as old as she was. She remembered that her mom bought it while her parents were separated. Her mom's "friend" help set it up at the apartment her mother owned at the time. But that was years ago, Fran didn't like to dwell on that time in her life. After her stereo was her closet. It was small like her room but she had situated it so that she could sit in the bottom late at night and type on the weekends. She loved to type. Next to her closet was an old dresser that had been painted over more times than Fran had colored her hair. It was now a Pepto-Bismol pink with light purple drawers. The exact same light purple as her walls.
She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a gray hoodie. She threw the articles of clothing on her bed and pulled out a random T-shirt from her dresser to wear under the hoodie. She then extracted a bra and underwear from another drawer. After this she dressed.
The room had been quietly erupting with the local pop radio station the entire time and Fran was about fed up with it. She turned on her CD player and put on her favorite CD, Clay Aiken, Measure Of a Man. Invisible began to play and she almost smiled. almost.
It was at this moment, while Fran was brushing her hair that she heard her dog begin to bark rather viscously. She only did that if a car was coming up the driveway though, and the garage (where she slept) door was closed. She went on and ignored the commotion and moved on to putting her eyeliner on extra dark today.
With the next 2 minutes her father lost it and yelled for her to. "Shut that stupid dog up!" Fran did as she was told. She was done getting ready anyways.
She grabbed her chap stick and walked out her room and down the steps to the ground level of her house. She turned into the kitchen and grabbed a heavy jacket and slipped on a pair of her father's shoes. She heard a loud crash in the garage. Startled and still half asleep Fran jumped about 3 ft. in the air. She was awake now, and something was in their garage.
She stepped to the door and flicked on the switch that would turn the garage light on. "BLIMEY THAT'S BRIGHT!" a voice exclaimed from in the garage, the dog kept on barking and rattling her kennel.
Fran was afraid to open the door. Even though she knew she should get her dad, she was compelled to handle this herself. She slowly reached for the doorknob. Her dog's barking stopped for a second. She heard the kennel door open. She listened as her dog scrambled out and attacked the stranger. It was at this moment when she opened the door and jumped out side into the cold frigid air.
What she saw scared the shit out of her. A short brown haired hobbit, yes a hobbit, was on the ground being licked to death by her dog. Mind you this is a fairly small dog, but to a hobbit, Kelly was a very good-sized dog.
"Kelly! Down!" barked Fran and the dog not being trained at all ignored her and went on suffocating the poor hobbit. He looked to still be in his tweens. Fran ran over to the hobbit and saved him by grabbing her dog by the collar and sticking her back in her kennel, causing more loud obnoxious barking.
"Oy! That thing tried to kill me!" he proclaimed looking at Fran in shock. She stared right back. He dressed in the Tolkien attire, he also looked vaguely familiar. "I'm Merridoc Brandybuck," he said extending his hand in greeting and smiling rather too calmly. Fran timidly reached out and grabbed it. He shook it heartily.
"I'm Fran Range," she whispered in awe. She did not let go of his hand, but she just looked into his eyes and stared.
Fran's father beat on the door and yelled something inaudible, "Yeah I'm getting' 'er!" Fran yelled back. This was turning out to be an interesting day, she had just found a hobbit in her garage and it was her favorite hobbit from the LOTR series. Things could've been worse.
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Okay thas it from me. Hope ya likes! Yes Panda Fran is based on me, aren't all my characters??? Hope you like please review. Also for those of you who want to read something new, and have a secret passion for Yugioh, my friend Psycopanda writes sum good stuff check it out sumtime, and check out my other stories if you like this one so far. Laterz love you! BTW I LOVE MONKEYS! -DB:D